The children of Man possess a dark wit indeed. Stone upon stone, we have seen them build a house in which to lose themselves. They call it Labyrinth. In its heart hides the promise of their ruin, the promise of our victory. Everything within the house is repeated countless times, but the three of us seem to exist only once. We hold the torch in the dark. The flame crackles and trembles.
In Naked Stone, three players take on the role of Prodigies, at once more and less than Men. As they make their way through dark corridors without ever leaving a single room, they are called to strip themselves of what makes them who they are. Who among them will shine light on the heart of the Labyrinth?